FLASH MARRIAGE TO MR ZACHARY

Chapter 1: Shattered Dreams

~Sara Pov~

The Taxi stopped at the right place and the driver's voice saying we were here jolted me out of my daze. I looked out of the window and my eyes lit up with happiness on seeing the familiar place, David, my Boyfriend's home.

I wonder how he would react seeing me travel from New York to Los Angeles just to see him. picturing his reaction-the way he'd light up when he saw me standing there, I couldn't help the mischievous smile that popped up on my face. David always said I planned things like surprises, and he wasn't wrong. This was going to be his best Christmas present ever.

I stepped out of the car; my suitcase dragged along with me. The biting cold of the winter's eve wouldn't even be felt on my skin, all that filled my heart was anticipation.

Three years-that was how long we had lasted. Three years of laughter and shared secrets and whispers of dreams. Three years planning our life: a house, children, everything.

Now, everything has fallen into place.

My hand instinctively went to my stomach. I hadn't told him yet. I had wanted it to be perfect-to see the light in his eyes at the exact moment I told him he was going to be a father.

I smiled to myself and went up the stairs, my heels stepped softly on the stone. I knocked softly at the door once, and-

No answer.

I frowned and tapped again. Nothing.

"David?" I called out, leaning in. There was no answer.

He must still be at the office. But what was he doing there at this time? Workaholic!

My excitement was a little dimmed by that thought, but it didn't matter. I'd just surprise him there instead. I turned back to the waiting taxi and waved it down once again.

"To Packer Enterprises," I told him, giving him the address of his office

building.

The driver nodded and off we went.

In no time we got there, I thanked the driver and stood before a sleek, modern building.

David would sometimes stay late at the office. I wasn't surprised, for he was that kind of very dedicated man who always wanted to do more and was never content with what he was doing. That was one thing I could respect in him.

But tonight, I just wanted to remind him to slow down and appreciate the little things in life. I squeezed the box in my hand hard as I pictured how his face was going to light up the moment he tore open the lid and found that ring inside it.

The ride up to the highest floor seemed to take forever. Each soft tinkle as the elevator passed the floors was a test to my patience. And finally! We got to his office.

His office was at the end of the hall, I saw the door slightly ajar to let in a warm light flow into the dim hallway.

My eyes lit up thinking of meeting him soon. I walked nearer and then heard s

Voices-or should I say Sounds?